William Henry Ogilvie,
From the Gulf
(1895)
“ They’ve hunted them from gate to gate—the drover has no friends; But idly they may ride to-day beneath the scorching sun And let the hungry bullocks try the grass on Wonga run; No overseer dogs them here to “see the cattle through,” But they may spread their thousand head —for we’ve been droving too! Store cattle from Nelanjie! They’ve a naked track to steer, The stockyards at Wodonga are a long way down from here ”
